The Old Allis
My favorite tractor when I was a kid
Was this little orange Allis Chalmers rig
My dad took me out to the field when I was nine
He said, “This is something that you can do…
We gotta drag this field cause we’ll be planting soon
I’ll show you how and you’ll take over til dinner time.”
We were out of the gate by 7 o’clock
Dad hit the throttle and that little Allis hopped
Across that fresh black dirt that smelled so fine
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I’m flying… ain’t it great
I’m flirting with death, I’m tempting fate
Like a million dollar man with super human strength
I’m flying like a bird in the air
I may never come down, I don’t care
If there’s a heaven above
I’m already there
We turned due North at the Southwest corner
Where the field flattened out
And dad gave the order
“Out here is where we make up a little time”
He grabbed the high/low bar with a smile
And said, “You better hold on… she can really fly.”
And before he let it loose he grabbed onto his hat
I knew right then it wasn’t no joke
Cause that Allis jumped ahead through a cloud of black smoke
And I grabbed onto the toolbox where I sat
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And just as we reached maximum speed
I lost my momentum immediately
Went crashing face-first into the Earth
A little short of breath
A mouthful of dirt
I turned and saw the old Allis
Stopped dead in the field
With the old man draped across the steering wheel
Before too long it all made sense
We’d gotten too close to that barb wire fence
As we went rambling by like a train
Pulling that wire didn’t slow us down
Until we got to a wood post where it wrapped twice around
And stopped us like a mad dog on a chain
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